My tiny darling, little Nemo, apple of my eye, my voodoo princeling, my whiny familiar, has inadvertently caused me great pain by clawing the back of my hand in a moment of bully-passion. He’d been trying to dominate his brother and I intervened, and Nemo, all puffed out like a bigshot despite the fact hat he’s really just a tiny if vicious mammal, punctured a nerve, I guess, and now my hand is all screwy, and my forearm, too… just when I thought I’d found the MIRACLE CURE to my chronic pain (high doses of Vitamin D). This just feels so unbelievably creepy and it hurts to type so why am I typing? Because I’m annoyed. Well. Here is my little boy whom I love so and who has brought upon me this slow-healing torment. BAD KITTY.
And here are three outfits, because, well, why not.
I’d like to add that Mr. Sullivan has recently acquired a taste for clothing shopping (that it took ten years of marriage to get him into this state is astounding). I would not, however, permit him to buy this stripe-y scarf, cute though it is, because a)it was $40 and b) it said “MOSCHINO” in big hideous letters at the bottom. I told him he shouldn’t pay, and especially not that much, to advertise someone else’s brand. Still, it’s a cute look, especially with his skinny purple Uniqlo jeans and Blundstone boots. That’s my guy!